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11-05-2014, 01:34 PM
Well that did it. Golden harks flick at the sounds of crunching snow to the gold’s right. A smile flashes with a brilliant wickedness in the dark shadows of his face. A golden ear twitching back is the only sign he gives of the maelstrom within. Legs dance, as the bay’s far figure gets closer, and bigger. Shit, that had not been planned for. Whispers of the tri-horned black shadow slip into his mind like venom. No. Not now, he could not, nah, he would not let that damned beast break his mask, for this show had to be convincing to get that bay enraged enough to show his cards. So the golden steels his mind, and his body.
Closing those earthen eyes the gold seems to concentrate then whisper, “Aduial.” The circlet about his sparks at its cue in the moonlight. Shivering it extends a line, on either side of his mane, and grows, before spreading the other way, about his forehead. A collar encircles his shoulders, and layered silver metal lines his sides, capped into two shields on his hips. Body shivers against the metals cold touch, but like she who gifted it to him, it warms after a moment against his hotter coat. All grows still, and the golden eyes, now encircled in silver protection flash open with a cold ferocity. Now a tri-leveled horned head lowers to the coming beast, armed and ready. It was but another mask, but the bay didn’t know that.
Forelegs tremble with readiness, but the gold waits. Let the bay beast spend himself rushing here in the burning rage. It proves more advantageous than even he could planned. The bay beast stumbles and falls into a tumbling mass of white snow and brown. Armored head raises and a short laugh huffs out. Apparently the bay beast wasn’t quite all there. When that brute’s head whipped from the snow though, there came a glare that silenced the gold. It was dark sinister- wait.
Cold blows through the gold like a ghost and leaves him shivering, with heart racing to reissue its warmth, but is crippled as his lungs seem to lock. Damn, he can’t breathe! Nares flare and struggle in vain. Muscles lock against the growing cold and heart falters about his chest. The unease banished deep into his chest escapes and grows. Earth eyes no longer saw the charging bay, but were looking about him with wide eyes as every shadow turned into horned devils. This wasn’t where he needed to be. He needed to get away or be left crippled in the mud once more. Run, he needed to run. GO!
Armored legs begin to stumble back, but for the second time, the clinking metal awakens him. Teeth bared as his mind, slow as it may be, comes to. Magic, it whispers low and frail through the fog. A spark of gold in those earth eyes breaks through the dulled panic. Turning slightly, or rather stumbling, the silver collar flashes in the moonlight, to show two dark purple amulets tucked into engraved curls. The golden wills it and one of the amulets flashes to bright velvet, then seems to swirl with black, and return to a dormant state of pure black. It had been close, the magic nearly over, but it was done. A weary smile flashes on the golden strained face.
Victory is strengthening. Though chest still convulsed at the struggle to breathe in that sharp air, knowing the evil’s source, and winning his own battles pushed the golden through. Devil’s magic may have broken the gold’s mask momentarily, but it had not stopped the gold from seizing what he desired. Those dark whispers were once again locked away, as he looks to find the bay. Oh Shit. A thousand pound of charging draft were careening not five yards away. Though mind was returning, his body was still struggling. While he commanded its movement it answered in slow stumbles, all which labored his heart and breath further. Stumbling then over the snow the golden shifts his armored body left, but dragged by snow and weakness it’s too slow. Cold metal collar, slammed by the bay, rams into the gold’s chest. Without control of his body to brace against the impact the gold is shoved to the left, pushed into himself, leaving hinds spinning round, struggling to stay under him and rattling what little breathe he had left. But the armor held, and so did the gold. Now perpendicular to the bay’s charging path and seeing bay fly in front of him, the gold gave a weak (from still recovering from the hit and lingering effects of the magic) smirk, and horns, bone and metal came slicing down. It was high time someone else went home with a bloody rump.
OOC :: Thranduil uses a moon amulet given by the Moon Goddess as part of his quest and captures Oxy's blood bursting magic.
WC::800
ATK::1/4 +defense
INJURIES:: Lingering effects of Oxy's magic will continue into next post (~10 seconds worth)
SUMMARY:: Seeing Oxy charging Thranduil calls out his armor. The effects of Oxy's magic take hold quickly, and nearly make Thranduil forget why he's here, but as second pass, he realizes it is magic, and captures the last traces in his amulet for his quest. Unprepared for Oxy's shoulder it spins Thranduil slightly, but as he comes perpendicular to the bay's path he dips his head hoping horns will slice Oxy.
"speech"
May not win the battle,
But I've already won the war.
Still let's not given into dabble,
In putting off the gore.
But I've already won the war.
Still let's not given into dabble,
In putting off the gore.
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